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Fantasy: I Open an Internet Cafe in Zhutian
Su Kai, who had been living for seven days and nights, woke up and found that he had traveled through time! Did you also bring the entire Internet cafe? From then on, there was an additional chain industry in the world. The head of a certain Wang family: "What kind of game is this? My son Wang Teng has the qualifications of a great emperor, but he can't even pass the first level?" A certain young man in black said: "Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river.
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The Sky Is Filled with Gods and Buddhas, Taste the Iron Fist of Tang Xuanzang
In the 1998-19 crisis, traveling to the west to learn the scriptures was nothing more than a scam. Monkey King, the great sage who set foot on the sky, was trapped in the spiritual mountain and could not enter the world again for the rest of his life. The majestic Tianpeng Marshal, who once controlled thousands of galaxies, ended up with a pig face and a human body, serving as a small altar purifier? The descendants of the ancestral dragon have become slaves? Under the ancient Zen Zen of Qingden
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During Those Years When I Was Catching Female Ghosts, I Had a Flower in My Mouth and a Sickle in My Hand.
My name is Ye Zhen. The town of Everlasting Hell. The last practitioner in the world. The razor has been passed down from generation to generation for 18 generations. A black sickle, specially designed to shave dead heads. It's a pity that my fate is bad. Three shortcomings and five shortcomings will inevitably lead to death. Destined not to live past the age of sixteen. Therefore, I had to borrow the corpse to bring back the soul... Generals and ministers, win and hide in their souls. Yama of t
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With a Flower in My Mouth and a Sickle in My Hand, I Spent All Those Years Catching Female Ghosts
My name is Ye Zhen. The town of Everlasting Hell. The last practitioner in the world. The razor has been passed down from generation to generation for 18 generations. A black sickle, specially designed to shave dead heads. It's a pity that my fate is bad. Three shortcomings and five shortcomings will inevitably lead to death. Destined not to live past the age of sixteen. Therefore, I had to borrow the corpse to bring back the soul... Generals and ministers, win and hide in their souls. Yama of t
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